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 Ovidius Naso 
 Laoda-^ia to Protesilaus
 
 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
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 Laodamia to Protefilaus. 
 
 Translated from OFID; 
 
 AND 
 
 Addrefs'd to Mrs. F E R N N. 
 
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 Mrs. FERN O N. 
 
 The Following Tranllation 
 
 Of this EPISTLE 
 
 Is humbly Infcrib'd by her 
 
 Mojl Obedient Servant, 
 
 H. Prig e. 
 
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 Laodamia to Protefilaus. 
 
 Tranflated from Ovid. 
 
 The Argument. 
 
 Protefilaus, the Son of Iphiclus, failing to Troy with forty 
 Ships^ was detained by contrary Winds with the other 
 Greeks at Aulis, a Port in Baeotia. When his Wife 
 Laodamia heard of ity the Daughter of Acaftus and 
 Laodothea, and remarkable for the Sincerity of her AffeEiio?i 
 towards her Hufband^ Jhefent him the following Epistle, 
 in which JJje defres him to remember that the Oracle had 
 foretold it would certainly prove fatal to the Man who fhould 
 firfl fet his Foot on Trojan Ground, But this brave Prince 
 was the firfl who leaped afhore from his Ship^ and fell by 
 the Hand of Hedor. 
 
 Ealth to my Spoufe, and may that Health I fend 
 
 For ever on my dearer Half attend ! 
 
 Still, as 'tis told, in Aulis lie your Sails, 
 
 Confin'd by Storms, and bound by adverfe Gales : 
 
 Ah ! where did all thofe Gales in Silence fleep, 5 
 
 When firft for Troy you plovv'd the peaceful Deep ? 
 
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 6 EPISTLE. 
 
 That was the Time they fliould have rouz'd the Main, 
 
 And drove your Navy back to Greece again. 
 
 More were the Kiffes I defign'd to give. 
 
 More v^ere the Rules to teach you how to live, lo 
 
 Had not a Wind, for which the Sailors pray'd, 
 
 But curs'd by me, and ev'ry Love-fick Maid, 
 
 ^ Stretch'd the broad Canvas o'er the rolling Sea, 
 
 And robb'd my Arms of all their Blifs in Thee. 
 
 'Twas then my fault'ring Tongue inactive grew, i r 
 
 Scarce could I ipeak that difmal Word, Adieu ; 
 
 And now rough Boreas^ from his black Abode, 
 
 Roars uncontroul'd along th'aerial Road : 
 
 Swift thro' the whirling Waves the Veffel Hies, 
 
 And bears my Hero from my weeping Eyes. 20 
 
 Yet, while 'twas giv'n to fee Thee, pleas'd I flood. 
 
 And with fond Looks my much-lov'd Lord purfu'd : 
 
 When only to be feen thy Sails remain'd. 
 
 Thy Sails, confpicuous, long my Sight detain'd 5 
 
 When to my View both Thou and They were loft, 2 5 
 
 And nought but Sea was ko-n around the Coaft, 
 
 The
 
 EPISTLE. 7 
 
 The Horrors of my Mind no Tongue can tell. 
 
 And Senfelefs on my Knees to Earth I fell. 
 
 Scarce could my Mother, ready to expire, 
 
 With old Acajius^ and thy rev'rend Sire, 30 
 
 By fprinkling Water on my Face, reftore 
 
 The various Beauties I poffefs'd before. 
 
 Frefli Life, at length, their pious Hands fupply'd, 
 
 But from my Soul I wifh I then had dy'd. 
 
 Soon as I felt my wonted Strength return'd, 35 
 
 Again I lov*d Thee, and again I mourn'd. 
 
 No more in Curls my Treffes I unfold. 
 
 Or cloath my Limbs in Garments ftiff with Gold : 
 
 Wild as the Dames by Bacchus warm'd I firay^ 
 
 From Place to Place, where Madnefs leads the Way : 40 
 
 The noblefl: Nymphs of Phylace refort, 
 
 Mix'd with grave Matrons, to thy crowded Court, 
 
 And tender thus prefer their joint Requeft, 
 
 " In royal Robes he Laodamia dreJiT 
 
 Alas ! fhall I, depriv'd of every Joy, 45 
 
 In Purple fhine, and thou in Arms at Troy, 
 
 Shall
 
 8 E P I ST L E. 
 
 Shall I be careful of thefe Locks, whilft thou 
 Suftain'ft a Helmet on thy manly Brow ? 
 
 No ; my dear Hufband ! till thy wifh'd Return 
 
 Blefs my glad Eyes, I will for ever mourn : 50 
 
 Long as this War endures, thy Wife fhall be. 
 
 To nought indulgent- but her Grief for Thee. 
 
 Ill-fated Paris ! Priam s beauteous Son ! 
 
 By whofe fair Face thy Houfe will be undone ! 
 
 May 'ft thou as recreant in the Battle prove, 55 
 
 As thou wert furious in thy lawlefs Love ! 
 
 O ! had thy Form difpleas'd the * Spartan Queen, 
 
 Or fhe lefs charming in thy Sight had been ! 
 
 Poor Me72elaus I who with unweary'd Pain. 
 
 Thy ravifh'd Bride art lab'ring to regain, 60 
 
 How many a Widow fliall bewail her Lord, 
 
 Fall'n in thy Caufe beneath the Trojan Sword ! 
 
 From me, ye Gods ! that Mifchicf far remove ; 
 
 And may my Warriour, at the Shrine of Jove^ 
 
 Safe 
 
 Hden.
 
 EPISTLE. p 
 
 Safe in his native Realm from hoftile Harms, 65 
 
 Hanor up iti Peace his confecrated Arms ! 
 
 But O ! what endlefs Fears diftr^6t my Soul ? 
 
 Oft as on War my Thoughts refleding roll, 
 
 Adown my Cheeks the Tears diffolving run. 
 
 Like Snow in Winter, melted by the Sun. 70 
 
 Ilions proud Tow'rs, and Ida cxo\vvi 6. with Trees, 
 
 And Tenedosy begirt by circling Seas, 
 
 And deep Scamander\ formidable Flood, 
 
 Chill with their very Names, my youthful Blood % 
 
 Nor wou'd * he thus have dar'd exprefs his Flame, 75 
 
 Did he not know he could protedt the Dame : 
 
 All over dawb'd with, Gold appear'd the Boy, 
 
 How boundlefs then muft be the Wealth oiTroy ? 
 
 A pow'rful Fleet, full fraught with Heroes, bore 
 
 The lovely Prince to Spartan promis'd Shore : 80 
 
 By thefe he won fair Helena heav'nly Charms ; 
 
 And thefe will quell the Sons of Greece in Arms. 
 
 C 1 know 
 
 * Paris,
 
 lo EPISTLE. 
 
 I know not HeStor^ but I dread the Man, 
 
 Train'd up to Wars, which with his Youth began : 
 
 Of Him was Paris wont to make his Boaft, 8 j; 
 
 And frequent call the Bulwark of his Hoft : 
 
 Whoe'er he is, if I to Thee am dear, 
 
 Fly from the Fury of his vengeful Spear ; 
 
 And when your Squadrons are in Battle join'd, 
 
 Still be his Name imprinted in thy Mind. 90 
 
 Nor only him do Thou with Caution fliun, 
 
 Exped to meet more HeSiors there, than one ; 
 
 And fay, when for the Fight thou doft prepare, 
 
 My Laodamia lid me live for her. 
 
 If 'tis by Heav'n ordain'd. that "Troy muft fall, 95 
 
 And Greece triumphant ftorm the facred Wall, 
 
 Wide may her Ruins ftrew th' incumbered Ground, 
 
 And Thou the Glory fhare, without a Wound ! 
 
 Let Menelaus rufli forward to the Fight, 
 
 And from th' Adult'rer claim a Hulband's Right ; 100 
 
 Urge with his Sword, the Juftice of his Caufe, 
 
 And breathe Revenge for violated Laws ! 
 
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 EPISTLE. II 
 
 Adt thou a diffrent Part ; and when the Plain, 
 
 Smokes with the Blood of Kings and Heroes flain, 
 
 Fight only to defend thy precious Life, 105 
 
 And to fecure thy Paflage to thy Wife. 
 
 Ye gen'rous Dardans I hear my humble Pray'r, 
 
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 Nor touch that Head, I beg your Hands wou'd fpare : 
 
 111 fuits it him, the Javelin's Weight to wield, 
 
 Or mix with Warriours in the fighting Field : no 
 
 Let fofter Scenes his am'rous Hours employ. 
 
 While ftern Atrides gluts his Rage at Troy* 
 
 Fain wou'd I back have call'd Thee from among. 
 
 Th' affembled Chiefs, but Fear reftrain'd my Tongue. 
 
 When Thou, no longer patient of Delay, 115. 
 
 Forth from thy Father's Palace fped thy Way, 
 
 To rouze the Foe on AJid^ diftant Shore, 
 
 I faw Thee ftumble at the fatal Door, 
 
 And fecret faid the Words I now repeat, 
 
 Be this a Token we again Jhall meet I / 1 2 
 
 Anxious for Thee, thefe Stories I relate, 
 
 Left Thou in Arms, too daring tempt thy Fate. 
 
 Learn
 
 12 EPISTLE. 
 
 Learn then to keep what I advife in Mind, 
 
 And all my Cares fliall vanifli with the Wind. 
 
 Doom'd is the Greek to ftain it with his Gore, 125 
 
 Who iirft fhall tread on 7roy\ forbidden Shore — - 
 
 Ah me ! what piercing Pangs, what deep Diftrefs- 
 
 (Sure only Death can make her Sorrows lefs) 
 
 Await the Fair, whole Lot is iirft to mourn . 
 
 A bleeding Huft)and from her Boforn torn ! 130 
 
 Stand Thou aloof till evVy Sail is paft. 
 
 And of a Thoufand Ships be thine the laft ; 
 
 Nor eager quit the Deck, till all thy Crew 
 
 Have reach'd the Land : Greece is not now in view. 
 
 When Homewards Thou return'ft from ruin'd Trojy 135 
 
 Spread all thy Sails, and ev'ry Oar employ ; 
 
 In hafty Triumph quit the watVy Plain, 
 
 x\nd fly with Tranfport to tliefe Arms again. 
 
 Whether to blefs the World the Sun afcends, 
 
 Or gloomy Night her Evening Shade extends, 140 
 
 Thy lov'd Idea lives before my Eyes, 
 
 And feeds my conftant Grief with frefli Supplies. 
 
 Yet
 
 EPISTLE. 13 
 
 Yet more my Anguifli when the Night extends 
 
 Her Evening Shade, than when the Sun afcends. 
 
 Night is the Time that pleafes beft the Fair, 145 
 
 And joins, without a Blufli, the wedded Pair. 
 
 'Tis then, retiring, on my lonely Bed- 
 
 I lay my reftlefs Limbs and aking Head ; 
 
 And while with Thee I wifh to fhare the Joy, 150 
 
 Falfe Dreams of Pleafurs^pafl:^, my Thoughts employ. 
 
 But ah ! whence comes it that I think I hear 
 
 Thy plaintive Groans, and fee thy Ghoft appear ? 
 
 Rouz'd from my Sleep, with Rev'rence I adore. 
 
 The dreadful Vifion, and the Gods implore : 
 
 From every Altar Clouds of Incenfe rife, 155 
 
 To deprecate the Vengeance of the Skies, 
 
 While fprinkled with my Tears the Flames afpire. 
 
 As if the Strength of Wine renew'd the Fire. ~ 
 
 O when fliall I, devouring all thy Charms, 
 
 With greedy Joy embrace Thee in my Arms ? 160 
 
 When in chafte Raptures fhall I melt away, 
 
 And all the Softnefs of my Sex betray ? 
 
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 When fliall I fee the Spoils thy Prowefs won, 
 
 And hear Thee tell the Wonders Thou haft done ? 
 
 And tho' I liften with extreme Delight. 165 
 
 To ev'ry Deed by Thee perform'd in Fight, 
 
 An intervening Kifs fliall oft prevail, 
 
 And for a Moment ceafe th' unfinifh'd Tale. — -^ — . 
 
 Alas ! what Wars muft Thou at Troy fuftain ? 
 
 What equal Dangers on the ftormy Main ? 170 
 
 The Winds and Waves feem thundring in my Ear, 
 
 And vanquifh'd Hope gives Place to fervile Fear. 
 
 Why would the Greeks^ prefumptuous, loofe their Sails 
 
 To angry Seas, and unp'opitious Gales ? 175 
 
 Who, when aloud the threat'ning Tempeft roars. 
 
 From diftant Climes his native Soil explores ? 
 
 You fly from yours to feek a foreign Land, 
 
 Tho' now the Tempeft here your Stay command. 
 
 Return, ye Warriors ! leave the liquid Plains ; 
 
 Not Chance, but Deftiny your Fleet detains : 180 
 
 ^f To
 
 EPISTLE. i^ 
 
 " To his own City Neptune flops the Way, 
 
 " Revere the Omen, and the God obey." 
 
 What but a lewd AdultVefs is the Caufe, 
 
 That forth to Arms th' embattled Nations draws ? — — 
 
 Return, ye Chiefs! the prefent Hour enjoy, 185 
 
 And fteer your Courfe for Greece inftead of Troy* 
 
 Why do I wifh to call You from the Main ? 
 
 Why chufe to dwell on this ill-boding Strain ? 
 
 Smooth o'er the Waters may your Gallies glide. 
 
 And gentler Breezes waft You thro' the Tide! 190 
 
 The Trojan Ladies from their Walls in vain 
 
 Shall grieve to fee their kindred Heroes flain, 
 
 While bright their Eyes with fecret Pleafure glow. 
 
 To view what Greeks unbury'd lie below. 
 
 Perhaps the Fair, obedient to her Lord, 195 
 
 With ready Hand fhall bring the Spear and Sword ; 
 
 Fix on his Brows the brazen Helm, and fpread 
 
 The glitt'ring Terrors round his dauntlefs Head ; 
 
 And, 
 
 The Lines mark'd with the Comma**, are to be found in Mr. Flatman^s 
 Tranflation of this E p i s t l e.
 
 i6 EPISTLE. 
 
 And, e're in Arms he meets th' approaching Foe, 
 
 Ten Thoufand Kifies on his Lips beftow. 200 
 
 Then forth Ihe leads him with this ftrid Command, 
 
 Dare not too far to rouze the hojiile Band ; 
 
 But from the Field retreat in Time to prove 
 
 Thy Faith to me^ thy Gratitude to Jove. 
 
 Frefh in his Mind her Orders he fhall bear, 205 
 
 And in the Fight reveal a Lover's Care. 
 
 At his Return, fhe throws her circling Arms 
 
 Around his Neck, and opens all her Charms, 
 
 Unbinds the radiant Helm, and lulls to Reft.. 
 
 The weary Warrior on her fnowy Breaft. 210 
 
 I live perplex'd with Doubts, and ev'ry 111 
 
 Heav'n may inflid, I fancy Thou muft feel. 
 
 Yet while on diftant Plains the War Thou wage, 
 
 And Greece and Troy with clafhing Arms engage, 
 
 A waxen Image, form'd in happier Days, 215 
 
 The fair Refemblance of thy" Face difplays : 
 
 Alive indeed the Thing appears to me. 
 
 And could it fpeak I fure fhould think it Thee.
 
 EPISTLE. 17 
 
 This, my dear Lord ! enamour'd I addrefs 
 
 With gentleft Sounds, and to my Bofom prefs : 220 
 
 To this in mournful Accents I complain, 
 
 As if it knew and could relieve my Pain. 
 
 Now by Thyfelf, whom like the Pow'rs above, 
 
 With humbleft Duty, I adore and love ; 
 
 By thy Return to thefe thy native Lands, 225 
 
 By ev'ry Vow that join'd our plighted Hands ; 
 
 And by thy Head, which filver'd all around. 
 
 I hope to fee, with hoary Honours crown'd ; 
 
 Let partial Fate permit thy Thread to roll. 
 
 For many a fniiling Year, untouched and whole ; 230 
 
 Or, what I dread to Name, thy Portion be, 
 
 I folemn fwear to live and die with Thee. — 
 
 Thou tend'reft Object of my conftant Pray r. 
 
 For both our Sakes, thy Safety be thy Care ! 
 
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 On feeing his Royal Htghmfs 
 
 The Prince of Wales at Brownfey. 
 
 C Urpriz'd, O FREDERICK, I flood, 
 When firft thy manly Form I view'd : 
 Intent on Thee, and pleas'd to trace 
 The Beauties of thy Mind and Face ; 
 I quit my Sylvias much-lov'd Side, 
 And urge the Veffel thro' the Tide. 
 
 Hail to my Country's future King ! 
 For Thee I lift my Voice to fing : 
 O born to blefs the Britijh Ifle ! 
 If on thy Bard thou deign to fmile, 
 Wide o'er the World in daring Lays 
 The grateful Mufe fhall fpread thy Praife ; 
 Shall teach Mankind to bow the Knee, 
 And pay the Homage due to Thee. 
 
 EPIGRAM,
 
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 EPIGRAM. 
 
 J^L RI one Evening, brifk and gay, 
 
 To pafs the tedious Hours away, 
 With three young Female Rakes fat down, 
 And play'd at Whifk for Half a Crown. 
 At length, if Fame the Truth can tell, 
 To Queftions and Commands they fell : 
 F/oriOy fays C/oey let me fee> 
 What De/ia wears above her Knee : 
 The Youth with ready Hand obey'd, 
 And by her Garter caught the Maid. 
 She kindling with affeded Heat, 
 And riling vigVous from her Seat, 
 As if file thought him monftrous rude, 
 Flew to her Chamber ; — he purfu'd ; 
 Then flung her foftly on the Bed : 
 And nov/, my lovely Girl I he faid. 
 I bar your Dears and Fyes ^ — — 
 Go biir tiie Door, you Fool ! (lie cries. 
 
 EPITAPH
 
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 EPITAPH on Sir IsA/e Newton. 
 
 Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night, 
 GOD faid, Le^ Newton h, and all was Light. 
 
 Attempted in Latin. 
 
 Natura &^ Leges fub opacd NoSie latebant^ 
 
 Turn DEUS hisy Fiat Newtonus, &^ omnia Lumen* 
 
 The LovRE Epigram. 
 
 Non Orbis Gentem^ non Urbem Gens habet ulla^ 
 Urb/ve Domum^ Dominum nee Domus ulla parem. 
 
 Not all the World, to Europe yet reveald, 
 So fam'd a Nation as the French can yield ; 
 Not all the Nations, tho' for Wealth renown'd, 
 So fair a City in their ample Round j 
 
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 Not all the Cities, to the wond'ring Eye^ 
 So proud a Palace as * Versailles fupply ; 
 And fure no Palace, Louis, but thy own, 
 Receives a Prince fo worthy of a Throne. 
 
 * If the Reader wou'd fee a more particular Defcription of this noble Pile of 
 Building, I refer him to Morery^s Didlionary. 
 
 Verfes for a Silver Plate to be fixed on the Chair 
 in which his Royal Highnefs the Prince of 
 Wales fat, when he was at Brownfey zd of 
 September, 1741. 
 
 CINCE Thou haft deign d to fill this * Chair, 
 
 Tho' born the Brittp Crown to wear ; 
 No longer, FREDERICK, fliall it ftand. 
 Expos'd to ev'ry vulgar Hand. 
 A finifh'd Room, not large but neat, 
 Preferves, O Prince, the facred Seat 
 For Thee, untouch'd, till Thou once more* 
 Majeftick grace our crowded Shore. 
 
 * The Property of Robert Henning, Efqj 
 
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